Piper wants me to blog about her strep throat. Again. Because she has it again. Ouch.
“Tell them I’m really sick, Mom.”
“You said it doesn’t hurt. And you’re dancing.”
“Yeah but that won’t get me any sympathy at all.”
Poor Piper. Skipping around our house with 103 fever begging for her next dose of Amoxicillan because she loves, loves the flavor. She claims that swallowing doesn’t hurt. Her tonsils are so swollen that her voice sounds funny. She’s either the toughest kid on the planet or a complete liar.
“Oh, and tell them Dad smells like pizza. He does.”
“But pizza smells good.”
“Ok. Just tell them about my stripey throat.”
I hope she feels better soon! Or that you can at least get her to lie down so she can get some rest.
Thanks, Emily. Piper will be very grateful for your sympathies. I believe that I’ll give into the allure of TV tomorrow in hopes of getting her to rest a moment. Or two.
Oh I know what that is all about — gingerale and popscicles time
I lived on 7up during my super strep kid days, but Piper doesn’t drink anything with carbonation. She doesn’t like things “spicey,” she says. Hot orange spice tea with honey is what she ordered for the pain at 4 a.m. And ice cream. Chocolate, please.
that tea sounds like it will produce miracles–tell Piper I am thinking of her
I’ll tell her for you! Tea always tastes better when someone else makes it for you. Must be the added dose of love and honey.
tea does always taste better if someone makes it for you–so so true
Even though she is dancing, loves her meds, and has a papa that smells like pizza, I can still give that girl some sympathy. Hope your stripey throat gets better soon!
She does relish the sympathy. Thanks for sending it her way. Stripey throat is all gone!